Friday, March 21, 2008
I've always loved urban gardens, those small patches of life among the gorgeous, depressing, ruined details of cities. There's something about the juxtaposition of this tiny attempt at life, a nod to natural beauty, that always makes me feel better. They remind me that there's always part of us that's growing and undamaged, no matter how bad things get, no matter how much misery we experience. Like the one lone Bible quote I have taped to my refrigerator, the one about being knocked down, but never knocked out, the one about experiencing the death of Jesus a little each day in order to experience the joy of his return.
We lost a lot of things we think we cannot do without in our life: our friends and family, our health, looks, money, dreams. We sacrifice a lot to the altars of our need. Make a lot of compromises when we said we wouldn't. So we die a little every single day, our own Good Fridays in the making. But we cannot kill the hope of redemption. Like the cans that litter the sides of the highways now that the snow has melted, we glisten in the sun even as we doubt our worth and hope for someone to pick us up and remind us that we're still worth something, no matter how many times we've been discarded.
Michelle's Spell of the Day
"We stumble and fall constantly even when we are most enlightened. But when we are in true spiritual darkness, we do not even know that we have fallen." Thomas Merton
Drinking Lenten reading suggestion: The Seeds Of Holiness Thomas Merton
Benedictions and Maledictions
Happy Good Friday!